Another path for Remus lupin

Slashes

Remus sat down on the ground, the wind stinging his skin, his mouth dry and stomach growling, he put the fire out, not wanting to look at the sleeping girl, whenever he did, a sick feeling crawled up his throat.

He looked back were Fenrir had went a few minutes (or was it hours?), the thick bunch of trees towered over Remus.

He shivered in his rags, a cold, chilly shiver crawling up his skin, he rocked back and forth, hugging his legs to his chest, trying to find out what to do.

Could he go back? 

No, you know what he said, you have to kill her to go back,

But, he didn't want to kill her, he couldn't, he wasn't like all the other werewolves, he didn't kill wizards and witches just because they hated them.

He could go back, Fenrir was obviously not being serious, he would let him into the hideout easily...right? But, as he stared back the the clump of thick, trees, the leaves swishing around in the wind, he had to swallow a lump of fear.

C'mon! What's the worst that could happen if you go back?

Well...Fenrir might make you kill the girl,

The thought made his stomach organs twist up in a ring of knots, his stomach tightened, 

He continued to sit on the ground, the night sky was pitch black, other than the twinkling stars, that looked like if some put some glitter on a clean, pitch black sheet, the moon was half full, it shone in the darkness of the night light, just like night light in a pitch black room.

Sitting with his heart racing and bile coming out of his throat, trying to not look at outline of the girl, who had not even moved an inch, he heard footsteps.

He stood up, his heart giving excited little skips, was Fenrir finally gonna come pick him up and send him back to the hideout?

His heart deflated for a second when he found out the footsteps were way too light to be Fenrir's, before it picked up on panic. Who was walking here? What would they do when they discover him next to this sleeping child? Would they suspect he kidnapped her? He stood on the sticks, his hands growing sweaty and his heart suddenly beating so fast, he thought it might explode, panic was crawling up his throat.

I should run, I should definitely run

He turned to run...when,

"Remus?" a quite, sweet voice asked, her voice quavered with fear, but also a hint of excitement, "Is that you?"

Remus heart skipped a beat, like he missed a step while going down the stairs, 

"Charlotte," he murmured, it wasn't even a question, he just said her name,

A light shined on his back,

Remus turned around,

Charlotte was standing behind him, a big torch in her small hands, her dreadlocks falling down on her shoulders, her brown eyes wide and shaking, her face tight,

"Charlotte!" Remus yelled, Charlotte took in a sharp breath as the birds squawked and flew away. Remus was suddenly filled with annoyance, what was she doing here?

"You need to go," Remus told Charlotte, walking up to her and tugging her arm, Charlotte stayed still, like she was glued to the ground, she was tightly holding onto the torch, Remus snapped his head back at her, "What are you-"

Remus paused and his eyebrow's creased as he looked up and down at what Charlotte was wearing,

She was wearing...clean clothes? Freshly washed pyjamas with long, pink checked pants and a light pink, long-sleeved shirt, not like the dirty, oversized clothes Remus was wearing,